March
2 April 2007
The past is a gaping hole. You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper, more terrible it grows behind you, it's edges yawning at your heels.
Your only chance is to turn around and face
![In our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer's eyes
On the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies
Lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by
[Flashing]](http://cdn08.dayviews.com/3/_u2/_u5/_u7/_u1/_u8/u257188/32027_1175514959.jpg)
In our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer's eyes
On the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies
Lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by
[Flashing]
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